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They left him alone with Danny when Martin refused to agree to be moved.
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 10
They left him alone with Danny when Martin refused to agree to be moved.
When they’d finally left Victor Fitzgerald had a look on his face that spoke to being thwarted and not liking it at all.
Jack had been amused and hiding it badly, Victor would probably do something cruel to him in the future as punishment. Jack would probably enjoy it because it would give him just cause to retaliate in some way.
Janice had smiled at him, she’d stood small and quiet by her fathers (he refused to consider Victor his father because he didn’t know the man and wouldn’t bestow a title that was a form of endearment on a man that he’d only just met) side while he’d done everything but ground Martin for not going along with what he deemed a necessary precaution to protect him.
As Martin saw it, the man that had taken him had been captured. What more did he have to be afraid of beside his own memories of the events that had catapulted him into the life he’d lived.
“Are you okay?” Danny waited until the door closed behind Janice and sat on the side of the bed. Martin smiled up at him, and laid his hand against Danny’s thigh.
Danny returned the smile, a hand touching his face gently and Martin closed his eyes. Leaning into the touch.
He still hurt, though the drugs made him feel as if he was experiencing it from two floors away. In a few hours it would return full force but until then he felt kind of hazy and vague and really not up to defending his decision to stay put so he hoped Danny didn’t try to change his mind.
“I’m tired,” he admitted quietly.
“I know,” Danny pressed a kiss to his forehead. Let his lips linger against his skin and Martin loved him so intensely at that moment that he felt tears well up and was glad that his eyes were closed.
“I don’t want to sleep,” Martin whispered. Even with Danny there he was scared to let himself drift off, even though he slept already. For hours on end he’d slept and he wondered if it was the drugs or the fact that the man that had so utterly terrified him as a child had been captured that had put an end to the never-ending cycle of nightmares.
He hoped it was the latter, was almost positive of that fact though he wasn’t brave enough to tempt fate. He could only imagine what new nightmares would spring into his already too full rotation.
It was a testament to how long they’d been together that Danny knew what he needed without Martin having to ask for it.
His eyes opened when he felt the bed shift and looked over to see Danny pulling his shoes off and shrugging out of his jacket. Tossing it on the chair before he climbed into the bed with Martin. Lying on his side, hand hovering over Martin’s stomach, other resting under his head and he looked at Martin.
Just looked at him. Eyes locked together and Martin blamed the drugs and the pain for the fact that he could feel tears in his eyes again.
“I’m spending a lot of time with your parents,” he started softly and Martin smiled. Because Danny hadn’t even hesitated and Martin knew that he was referring to Jackie and Paul.
“Once things calm down,” unspoken was the ‘when Victor Fitzgerald takes a valium’, “I’ll see what I can do about sneaking them in.”
“Don’t let them move me,” Martin murmured. He wouldn’t put it past them to try and sneak him out under the guise of ‘protection’ while Danny was gone.
“They’re not taking you anywhere, I can promise you that. Not unless you want to be moved,” Danny stated emphatically. “We signed papers and besides you I am the only person that can make that call.”
Martin smiled, relieved, even though those papers had only ever been an issue because Martin had kind of freaked out about Danny being in the wrong place at the wrong time and who would look out for Danny’s best interests if something happened.
To which Danny had replied that he was always careful and Martin didn’t need to worry about him and he kind of needed to breathe sometime within the next sixty seconds or he was going to pass out, then he’d signed the papers and everything had been okay.
Even though Martin still worried when Danny was chasing after bad men with guns with no particular motive to not use them against him, he at least felt marginally better that if, god forbid, something did happen that Martin would and could be there for him and people would listen to him when he talked.
He’d never thought those papers would be used the other way (because hell he was an accountant and the most dangerous thing he normally encountered was running out of caffeine in the middle of a three day tax audit) and that it would be Danny looking out for Martin’s best interests while Martin was drugged to the gills and finding the plain white walls kind of interesting because of the way they sparkled when the sun hit them just right.
“Although if another photographer gets in here I reserve the right to at least look at that place they want to move you to.”
Martin frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“Victor wasn’t just blowing smoke when he was in here earlier, when he told you that there’d been several attempts to breach the security to get in here, he wasn’t making that up. You are on a private floor; there are guards at each exit and one at the nurses’ station,” Danny’s voice was calm and in control but Martin knew they were about two seconds from Danny’s over-protective, ‘wrap you in cotton gauze and stick you in a drawer because that way you won’t over get hurt’ side popping up and then Martin would have to hurt someone.
“Why?” Martin was confused, bewildered and Danny seemed to understand that he didn’t quite get what was going on. And he didn’t laugh or make fun of him, just stroked his hand over Martin’s stomach so gently that Martin thought he’d imagined it.
“Like they said, you’re big news. And by not releasing any information other than that you as well as Peter Renfer were both safe and being treated in a local hospital, well it’s only fueled the flames. It hit the national newswires yesterday so I don’t think we’ve seen the worst of it yet. You’re going to be famous, Sam thinks we might be able to finagle a free car or something,” Martin was almost certain that Danny was making that last bit up but still…
“I don’t want to be a celebrity,” he moaned. “Can you imagine what my reunion next year is going to be like?”
“At least this way everyone will know your name.”
“I would have settled for them just not calling me Marty anymore.”
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The decision to move or not to move was taken out of their hands at 4:30 the next morning when one of the free-lance photographers managed to get all the way to Martin’s door and was just pushing it open when Danny and Jack arrived on the run after having gotten paged while scrounging for coffee that wouldn’t kill them.
Jack had physically restrained Danny from hitting the man, visions of lawsuits probably dancing before his eyes as he’d kept Danny pressed to the wall while he struggled and yelled and threatened the man with bodily harm and possibly death.
He couldn’t be sure though if it had been actual death or maiming though, the words had just spilled from his lips and he’d been seeing a quite bright shade of red at the thought of someone getting into Martin’s (who was supposed to be protected, where the hell were the guards) room while he slept.
When the photographer had been led away by amused cops that had given Danny a wide berth when they’d shown up Danny had to wait a few minutes to allow himself to calm down before going into see Martin.
He had no idea what he was going to tell the other man, he had to have heard everything and when he finally pushed open the door he found Martin on the bed staring at the door with wide eyes, scared and hiding it badly.
He went to him immediately. Pulling Martin into his arms, hugging him tightly. They weren’t ones for public displays of affection normally, but the last few days seemed to just be bringing it out of them.
Besides Jack had seen them kiss before that day Martin had been rescued.
A Christmas party with mistletoe landmines three years prior sprung to mind suddenly. Martin was shaking again and Danny wondered if he’d ever even stopped in the first place.
“Get the name of that place Victor wants to move him to, we’ll take a look at it.”
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It was a nice place.
Quiet, out of the way. A private recovery facility for celebrities and other famous faces that wanted to be able to heal without the prying eyes of the media.
Martin didn’t want to know how much it was going to cost him to stay here for an hour let alone until his doctors deemed him once again healthy.
He was actually kind of glad that he wasn't paying for it, he was pretty sure that his health care wasn’t going to even contemplate covering it.
He had a private set of rooms, Danny was being allowed to stay with him and the only bad side was the fact that he was going to start having daily chats with a psychiatrist who was most definitely going to make him talk about his life and the kidnappings.
He closed his eyes, buried his face in his hands and did not groan out loud because that would only serve to make Danny rush into the room, possibly with his gun drawn.
He felt a soft touch on the back of his head, the bed dipped and arms wrapped around him. A warm body pressed up against his back, chin on his shoulder and he knew it was Danny because he would know the feel of him anywhere.
He didn’t ask if he was okay, didn’t say a word. Just sat there and held him and let his thoughts race a mile a minute.
Two weeks of daily visits with a therapist, then every other day visits with the therapist and his biological parents and somewhere in there it would be determined whether or not he would be allowed to contact his other parents and normal people didn’t have problems like this.
Besides the fact that he wasn’t a child and shouldn’t need to get someone’s permission to speak to his parents and let them know that he was safe and unharmed and had Danny with him so the Fitzgerald’s couldn’t be all that bad, right?
“It’s going to be okay,” Danny whispered against his neck, arms wrapped around him tightly, but not tight enough to cause undue pressure against his ribs.
Martin snorted; he hadn’t thought he was bad enough that Danny was resorting to attempting to lie to him.
“Well maybe not right away,” Danny amended carefully. “But hey, we’ve got a private room, with a lock on the door and they didn’t take the condoms or the lube away so we’ve at least got the possibility of having sex somewhere on the horizon once you stop wincing every time I try to get you on your back.”
Martin grinned despite himself and he could feel Danny smile against his neck.
“And we’re together,” he said softly, Danny mouthing a kiss along his neck. “Don’t forget that we’re together.”
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They left him alone with Danny when Martin refused to agree to be moved.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |
| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 |
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 10
They left him alone with Danny when Martin refused to agree to be moved.
When they’d finally left Victor Fitzgerald had a look on his face that spoke to being thwarted and not liking it at all.
Jack had been amused and hiding it badly, Victor would probably do something cruel to him in the future as punishment. Jack would probably enjoy it because it would give him just cause to retaliate in some way.
Janice had smiled at him, she’d stood small and quiet by her fathers (he refused to consider Victor his father because he didn’t know the man and wouldn’t bestow a title that was a form of endearment on a man that he’d only just met) side while he’d done everything but ground Martin for not going along with what he deemed a necessary precaution to protect him.
As Martin saw it, the man that had taken him had been captured. What more did he have to be afraid of beside his own memories of the events that had catapulted him into the life he’d lived.
“Are you okay?” Danny waited until the door closed behind Janice and sat on the side of the bed. Martin smiled up at him, and laid his hand against Danny’s thigh.
Danny returned the smile, a hand touching his face gently and Martin closed his eyes. Leaning into the touch.
He still hurt, though the drugs made him feel as if he was experiencing it from two floors away. In a few hours it would return full force but until then he felt kind of hazy and vague and really not up to defending his decision to stay put so he hoped Danny didn’t try to change his mind.
“I’m tired,” he admitted quietly.
“I know,” Danny pressed a kiss to his forehead. Let his lips linger against his skin and Martin loved him so intensely at that moment that he felt tears well up and was glad that his eyes were closed.
“I don’t want to sleep,” Martin whispered. Even with Danny there he was scared to let himself drift off, even though he slept already. For hours on end he’d slept and he wondered if it was the drugs or the fact that the man that had so utterly terrified him as a child had been captured that had put an end to the never-ending cycle of nightmares.
He hoped it was the latter, was almost positive of that fact though he wasn’t brave enough to tempt fate. He could only imagine what new nightmares would spring into his already too full rotation.
It was a testament to how long they’d been together that Danny knew what he needed without Martin having to ask for it.
His eyes opened when he felt the bed shift and looked over to see Danny pulling his shoes off and shrugging out of his jacket. Tossing it on the chair before he climbed into the bed with Martin. Lying on his side, hand hovering over Martin’s stomach, other resting under his head and he looked at Martin.
Just looked at him. Eyes locked together and Martin blamed the drugs and the pain for the fact that he could feel tears in his eyes again.
“I’m spending a lot of time with your parents,” he started softly and Martin smiled. Because Danny hadn’t even hesitated and Martin knew that he was referring to Jackie and Paul.
“Once things calm down,” unspoken was the ‘when Victor Fitzgerald takes a valium’, “I’ll see what I can do about sneaking them in.”
“Don’t let them move me,” Martin murmured. He wouldn’t put it past them to try and sneak him out under the guise of ‘protection’ while Danny was gone.
“They’re not taking you anywhere, I can promise you that. Not unless you want to be moved,” Danny stated emphatically. “We signed papers and besides you I am the only person that can make that call.”
Martin smiled, relieved, even though those papers had only ever been an issue because Martin had kind of freaked out about Danny being in the wrong place at the wrong time and who would look out for Danny’s best interests if something happened.
To which Danny had replied that he was always careful and Martin didn’t need to worry about him and he kind of needed to breathe sometime within the next sixty seconds or he was going to pass out, then he’d signed the papers and everything had been okay.
Even though Martin still worried when Danny was chasing after bad men with guns with no particular motive to not use them against him, he at least felt marginally better that if, god forbid, something did happen that Martin would and could be there for him and people would listen to him when he talked.
He’d never thought those papers would be used the other way (because hell he was an accountant and the most dangerous thing he normally encountered was running out of caffeine in the middle of a three day tax audit) and that it would be Danny looking out for Martin’s best interests while Martin was drugged to the gills and finding the plain white walls kind of interesting because of the way they sparkled when the sun hit them just right.
“Although if another photographer gets in here I reserve the right to at least look at that place they want to move you to.”
Martin frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“Victor wasn’t just blowing smoke when he was in here earlier, when he told you that there’d been several attempts to breach the security to get in here, he wasn’t making that up. You are on a private floor; there are guards at each exit and one at the nurses’ station,” Danny’s voice was calm and in control but Martin knew they were about two seconds from Danny’s over-protective, ‘wrap you in cotton gauze and stick you in a drawer because that way you won’t over get hurt’ side popping up and then Martin would have to hurt someone.
“Why?” Martin was confused, bewildered and Danny seemed to understand that he didn’t quite get what was going on. And he didn’t laugh or make fun of him, just stroked his hand over Martin’s stomach so gently that Martin thought he’d imagined it.
“Like they said, you’re big news. And by not releasing any information other than that you as well as Peter Renfer were both safe and being treated in a local hospital, well it’s only fueled the flames. It hit the national newswires yesterday so I don’t think we’ve seen the worst of it yet. You’re going to be famous, Sam thinks we might be able to finagle a free car or something,” Martin was almost certain that Danny was making that last bit up but still…
“I don’t want to be a celebrity,” he moaned. “Can you imagine what my reunion next year is going to be like?”
“At least this way everyone will know your name.”
“I would have settled for them just not calling me Marty anymore.”
The decision to move or not to move was taken out of their hands at 4:30 the next morning when one of the free-lance photographers managed to get all the way to Martin’s door and was just pushing it open when Danny and Jack arrived on the run after having gotten paged while scrounging for coffee that wouldn’t kill them.
Jack had physically restrained Danny from hitting the man, visions of lawsuits probably dancing before his eyes as he’d kept Danny pressed to the wall while he struggled and yelled and threatened the man with bodily harm and possibly death.
He couldn’t be sure though if it had been actual death or maiming though, the words had just spilled from his lips and he’d been seeing a quite bright shade of red at the thought of someone getting into Martin’s (who was supposed to be protected, where the hell were the guards) room while he slept.
When the photographer had been led away by amused cops that had given Danny a wide berth when they’d shown up Danny had to wait a few minutes to allow himself to calm down before going into see Martin.
He had no idea what he was going to tell the other man, he had to have heard everything and when he finally pushed open the door he found Martin on the bed staring at the door with wide eyes, scared and hiding it badly.
He went to him immediately. Pulling Martin into his arms, hugging him tightly. They weren’t ones for public displays of affection normally, but the last few days seemed to just be bringing it out of them.
Besides Jack had seen them kiss before that day Martin had been rescued.
A Christmas party with mistletoe landmines three years prior sprung to mind suddenly. Martin was shaking again and Danny wondered if he’d ever even stopped in the first place.
“Get the name of that place Victor wants to move him to, we’ll take a look at it.”
It was a nice place.
Quiet, out of the way. A private recovery facility for celebrities and other famous faces that wanted to be able to heal without the prying eyes of the media.
Martin didn’t want to know how much it was going to cost him to stay here for an hour let alone until his doctors deemed him once again healthy.
He was actually kind of glad that he wasn't paying for it, he was pretty sure that his health care wasn’t going to even contemplate covering it.
He had a private set of rooms, Danny was being allowed to stay with him and the only bad side was the fact that he was going to start having daily chats with a psychiatrist who was most definitely going to make him talk about his life and the kidnappings.
He closed his eyes, buried his face in his hands and did not groan out loud because that would only serve to make Danny rush into the room, possibly with his gun drawn.
He felt a soft touch on the back of his head, the bed dipped and arms wrapped around him. A warm body pressed up against his back, chin on his shoulder and he knew it was Danny because he would know the feel of him anywhere.
He didn’t ask if he was okay, didn’t say a word. Just sat there and held him and let his thoughts race a mile a minute.
Two weeks of daily visits with a therapist, then every other day visits with the therapist and his biological parents and somewhere in there it would be determined whether or not he would be allowed to contact his other parents and normal people didn’t have problems like this.
Besides the fact that he wasn’t a child and shouldn’t need to get someone’s permission to speak to his parents and let them know that he was safe and unharmed and had Danny with him so the Fitzgerald’s couldn’t be all that bad, right?
“It’s going to be okay,” Danny whispered against his neck, arms wrapped around him tightly, but not tight enough to cause undue pressure against his ribs.
Martin snorted; he hadn’t thought he was bad enough that Danny was resorting to attempting to lie to him.
“Well maybe not right away,” Danny amended carefully. “But hey, we’ve got a private room, with a lock on the door and they didn’t take the condoms or the lube away so we’ve at least got the possibility of having sex somewhere on the horizon once you stop wincing every time I try to get you on your back.”
Martin grinned despite himself and he could feel Danny smile against his neck.
“And we’re together,” he said softly, Danny mouthing a kiss along his neck. “Don’t forget that we’re together.”
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